chasm between Ben and me. Our home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb, silent since the miscarriage two years ago. I
blow landed when I found his laptop-an open chat with his young assistant, Ashley Greene, declaring she was pregnant with their
ment as his leverage, all while desecrating the memory of our lost child by having a new family with hi
rn such a profound tragedy into a weapon? How could he bet
t he was dealing with a broken woman, but he had just awakened a force he cou